Practically playing with knives

[size=xx-small]Runt please! .3.[/size]

Amber moves through the forest with swiftness and elegance. She stopped and sniffed for any sign of Runt. She could pick up a faint trace of her sent, and Dante's. For a second she panicked but then realized it was stale. She followed the sent slowly, kicking up dirt over the sent trail on her way there. It took a while, but she finally reached the hotspot of the sent. "Runt? Are you here?" she whisperers. She looks around for a little head to poke out somewhere, or a friendly greeting. "Runt?" she repeats. She looks over her shoulder to see if anyone was following her. No one. Good.